The Raindrops Turn (+1)

A ticket lay there waiting

 untold riches bye and bye

 

The Powerball on Wednesday

 buying freedom with its lies

 

All barriers seemed broken through

 the world at your command

 

Perspective dying, hopes run wild

 control spun out of hand

 

The numbers tell the story

 but the payoff tells the tale

 

Be careful what you wish for

 —as the raindrops turn to hail

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

Quietude

 

The greatest Poem I ever wrote…

 the one I just laid down

 

The one to last a thousand years

 deep in the lost and found

 

With words familiar, feelings stained

 in blood from echoes past

 

My pen left bleeding on its page

  —as quietude repasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)